In the garden's quiet shade, she sits, My grandmother, with wisdom in her gaze, Her words like gentle petals drifting down,
By Deji Akomolafe2 years ago in Poets
We met as paths that chanced to intertwine, Two melodies, a harmony to find. Laughter shared, a spark that gently grew,
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
In the late spring's boiling embrace, Where the sun's warm fingers follow, There lies a treat, cold and sweet, In reality as we know it where joys meet.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
By B2 years ago in Poets
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
In the nursery where roses sprout, Butterflies dance in brief melancholy. Their sensitive wings, a distinctive tone, Murmur privileged insights, old and new.
In the depths of darkness, a light did shine, Lost love, a treasure once thought mine. Through storms of sorrow, my heart did roam
In the midst of the clamor of the commercial center's call, Stands my modest slow down, embellished with organic products all,
I used to cry as a child so to handle mother's lap and father's shoulder But father also often says you are a boy, friend No one cries like this.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
